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’Tis here I love to wander by the u 01d San Antone.” 


Where the waters softly rush, 


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^ A band in tender thrills beats a sweet “ La Dulcione.' 


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The sheen of subtle moonlight melting down 


Where the flowers bloom and play, 
All the livelong year away, 


in silver glories. 


Hearts tell o’er and o’er their golden songs and stories. 





























QjjNDER trees still battle-scarred, 

V Which tales could tell all gory-marred, 

But now where the wild bird sleeps so still and sweet, 
The summer breezes lull and kiss 
Our cares away in dreamy bliss, 

Where fond lovers e’re will sigh, and love, and meet. 

















HE gardens centuries old 
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Rich with scent of blossom which the breezes stir and shiver, 


The anemones smile and nod, 

Shed their tears and return to God, 

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The phlox and lilacs dream and the white daturas quiver. 


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Its joyous noisy ripple speaks low in dusky caves; 



May-garlands dead we hnd 


Tho’ bri ght the path we wind, 

Leeward wrecks have drifted on sunniest crested 


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'TyER every shore of coming years 
I* Will bend its passions, hopes and fears, 

That pallid Queen Despair oft a sceptered hope will reign; 


Sunsets and stars “rest arms" in twilight weather, 

|f** Sunshine and tears flash rainbow-hues together. 

O’er bleaching beach of pearls, some storm will drift its strain. 


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j^)OUND every azure star a midnight stillness weaves, 

X Sheen blends to shade ere summers blossom leaves, 

No day without its coffin-lid, its shroud and seraph's hymn; 
Life kisses love in larewell of the tomb, 

Every golden glimmer dawns from out the gloom, 

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Grim and gray with years strewn o'er, 

With banner stainless furled while a martyred band we weep, 

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Its hallowed deeds a gleaming crown, 

Undimmed by time its aisles surround; 

Love-watch we keep while right and truth smile o’er its sleep. 




























’gis told at hours of midnight’s flight 
a Through its halls, Hit spectres white 

And mystic sounding footsteps, pass with restless martial tread 


Around this shrine and spot, 

But what it is, ah! we know not 


Unless, some whispers faint from throngs of dreamless dead. 



















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Bright streaks of gold is leaving, 

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O’er ecstatic chords and wonder 
When all this dreaming, and this song of 
Will the perfume and the power 
The sweetness of this hour, 


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^HIS my love-rhyme and I tell it 
'l' As I see it, as I hear it. 

With a band softly playing a sweet “La Dulcione." 

By deep dells and fairy glades 

With light laughter in the shades, 

And the evanescent shimmer of the “Old San Antone." 


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I heard it singing bv the water’s brink, 
As it kissed the wavelet's edge, 

Which laughing surged, and then it sank 
At the foot of a gray rock ledge. 


“I’ll blossom here this summer time, 
A virgin fair, a white love-bloom, 

A childhood frail, } T et sweet is mine, 
I’ll sink to death so soon, so soon.” 














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“The restless winds rock me to sleep. 
The sunbeams guide and love me, too, 
l he shadows cover my cradle deep, 

W hile the night birds kiss and coo.” 


“The ‘watching stars’ laugh in my face, 

1 Tis their Matin mirth I hear, 

The wood nymphs revel in mist-white lace, 
1 know naught of sad or fear.” 


“My life so pure it bears no blush, 

One spark from God, one note I bring, 
Some day He’ll whisper I must hush, 
I'll droop my head and rest my wing.’’ 













“ I may drift away on the river streaming 
To a magic land where elfins dwell. 

To a glistening isle with silver gleaming, 

Or find my tomb in a pink mouthed shell.’’ 


Ah ! little (lower your song so true, 

Has breathed of love's humility ; 

God smiles out to me from you, 

E'en tho' so small He's leaning near thee. 


I'll come again to hear you sing. 

You soothe mv heart, your hand it sways. 
To me this everlasting balm you bring 
His watchful love we'll share always. 


















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